The intoxicated man growled at Tom, gnashing his teeth as he turned to glare at "her."
"Stay outta this!" he said loudly, stumbling as he attempted to stand in place.
Kale stood, wiping a bit of blood off of his face before grinning over at Tom. "Ah," he said in a slurred voice, "I woulda taken him down on my own." Just the same, the young man moved away when the drunk staggered toward him. "Then again," Kale said, spitting a bit of blood onto the deck, "maybe I should just let you take him."
The rum-filled brute charged at Kale, yelling in rage.

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